Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DE PROFUNDIS, by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL First Line: My soul! / can this as truth abide Last Line: We only die. Subject(s): Bethlehem, Palestine; Death; Graves; Jesus Christ; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
My Soul! Can this as truth abide, That in the light which beamed From riven tomb and manger-altar side I have but dreamed? Alas! Was there no Holy Child In Bethlehem's stable born? No sacrifice on Calvary's dark hillside, Nor Easter morn? Awake! God of our fathers, speak; Savior long-promised, come! Where shall we find the truth our spirits seek, If thou art dumb? Behold! Nature flows on apace, Unchanged and undisturbed; Science reveals each year a nobler grace; From Thee, no word. A-faint! We stagger towards the end; A close-locked door we meet; "Father," we call Thee, but we find no friend. O wandering feet! Woe! Woe! Passed is the faith of yore; Our graves yawn very nigh; And like the millions who have loved before, We only die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL 87 CASA GRANDE by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL |
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